Doctor Daddy (Dark Daddies 2)

So I do.

I kiss him.

His lips are soft. He hesitates.

But he kisses me back.

It’s that easy. I stare into his eyes and I kiss him, and I make the decision.

I’m going to be his. No more worry, no more questioning. It doesn’t have to be complicated.

He pulls me over toward him and I straddle his hips, getting on top. He pulls off my shirt, takes off my bra, kisses my neck and breasts.

It feels good as I grind myself against him. My Daddy, my big man.

Muscular. Intense. Brilliant.

He can take care of me all he wants.

I gasp as he stands, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. He turns and throws me onto the bed. I laugh as he grins at me, drops to his knees, and takes off my pants.

I’m so wet by the time he slides my panties down my smooth skin and kisses the inside of my thigh. I’m so wet when he laps at my clit, gently at first, teasing me, before tonguing me harder.

“I’m all in,” I moan as he tongues my pussy. “I’m all in, Daddy.”

He groans in response and tongues me faster, licking my clit, lapping back and forth. I gasp, arching my back, and start to roll my hips against him.

He pulls back and I sit up, taking off his clothes as fast as I can. I’m in heat, I’m losing myself. I kiss his muscular chest and take his big, thick cock in my hands, slowly stroking his length.

He groans and grabs my hair, pulling my head back. “You think you can do this?” he whispers to me. “You can handle this for real?”

“Please,” I groan. “I want it.”

“Good.” He kisses me, fierce enough to hurt my lip. “You’d better.”

He grabs my hips and rolls me over, pushing me onto all fours. I look over my shoulder as he spreads my ass and licks me top to bottom, tasting every drop of my pussy, every inch of my skin.

I wiggle my hips, gripping the sheets tighter.

I feel him position himself behind me, grabbing onto my hips with both strong hands. I groan, biting my lip. My heart’s beating fast.

He grabs my hair, tilts my head back. I stand back up on my hands then onto my knees.

He pulls me tight against him. “I want to feel you,” he whispers. “Every part of you.”

I bite my lip. “You can have whatever you want, Daddy.”

“Are you sure?” He teases my pussy before sliding his finger back…

I let out a gasp. He pushes it inside of my ass.

At first, I’m surprised. I’ve never felt this before. But after a second, I relax, and it’s actually…

Kind of nice.

“Whatever you want,” I repeat.

“Good girl.” He pushes me back down roughly. “I knew you’d be good.”

I look over my shoulder, biting my lip hard now.

“Relax,” he whispers.

I feel his cock against my asshole. He spits in his hand, strokes himself, and presses it back against me. I wiggle my hips as he slowly sinks himself inside.

I gasp, biting down against the sheets. I’ve never had anything in my ass before, let alone a man’s huge cock. It hurts at first, sharp and intense.

“Relax,” he repeats. “Trust me, little gem.”

I wiggle my hips in response, take a deep breath, and relax.

It still hurts, but it’s not as bad.

He slowly sinks himself inside of me. It’s like getting filled to the brim. It’s strange and unusual…

And I actually like it. I mean, aside from the pain, the sensation is actually nice.

He starts to stroke. Slowly, very slowly, very gently. He reaches around and rubs my clit softly as he does it.

I let him fuck me in the ass. It hurts, especially at first, but I slowly loosen up, get used to him. Slowly the pain turns to pleasure as his fingers do their magic to my clit.

I roll my hips, moaning. He fucks me faster, sliding in and out. He slaps my ass, stinging and hard. I look over at him as he pulls his cock out and leans back.

“Good girl,” he repeats, and I feel him press himself inside of my pussy.

I gasp. I wasn’t expecting that. Pleasure blooms all through me as he starts to fuck my pussy nice and deep.

He pushes me down to the mattress and rips into me. I wanted this so badly. My ass is still gaping wide, almost inviting him for more, but I work my hips, needing his cock in my tight pussy.

He groans and I know I’m moaning. I think I’m begging his name.

I think I’m calling him Daddy.

I can’t tell. It doesn’t matter. There’s just the two of us, our bodies writhing, fucking, sweating. I’m going to come on his cock, leave a stain on his sheets.

“Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “Every inch of you is fucking incredible.”

I groan, look over my shoulder, bite my lip.